Chapter 8- Volta Siren
A sharp gust followed the impact.
Dust rose from the rubble, kicked up by the force that had slammed Ryken into the ground like a sack of bones.
He didn't move—blood trailed from his mouth, jaw slack as debris clattered around him.
The drones in the air adjusted, focusing in on the new presence that had just made herself known.
Cameras blinked, lenses narrowing, catching flashes through the clearing dust.
A thigh wrapped in black-violet spandex. Tight. The material clung like a second skin, shaping every curve. The dust parted just enough to catch the sway of hips, the arch of a waist that moved with purpose.
She stepped forward, boots crunching over the scattered stone, the sleek lines of her body coming into view.
That suit—glossy and dark—fit her like it had been poured on, tracing the slope of her breasts, the curve of her ass, the strength in her legs.
She moved like a storm bottled in a woman's body.
Purple hair whipped in the wind behind her, one single blonde strand catching the light. Her sharp amethyst eyes pinned Ryken down with nothing but a look.
Her lips parted just slightly, the tone of her voice cutting through the tension.